Faery goddess of the dawn
grant me dew to quench my thirst
and sunlight to warm my body from the dark night.
Love has forsaken me and left me naked and helpless
lying in this meadow shivering in the pale moonlight.
Take me under your wings until I can stand on my own again
Fill my head with your fantasies of infinite bliss
until my heart learns to believe them again...
and the pain subsides.
This poem is spawned from my fear of becoming disenchanted with love, like everyone else in the world seems to be. When I tell people about my views on love they look at me with pity, as if I was spewing some sort of nonsensical tarradiddle from my mouth, as if love is this false entity that only exists in fairy tales. Sometimes it is hard to believe wholeheartedly in something when there is no one else on your side. Blind faith is a discipline that is seemingly impossible to master, but somehow I manage to keep believing. Not to say that I don't occasionally doubt myself, but luckily I am stubborn enough to hold fast to my ideals. I have this desire to prove to the world that if you believe in something enough, even if all the odds are against you... it will eventually come. (and just in case you think I believe in faeries, this is my reference to God. I just think that God is better suited as a faery goddess in this instance... its much more whimsical. And the fact that I am asking a "fictitious" character to restore my faith in something that most people don't believe in, seemed to amuse me too :)
grant me dew to quench my thirst
and sunlight to warm my body from the dark night.
Love has forsaken me and left me naked and helpless
lying in this meadow shivering in the pale moonlight.
Take me under your wings until I can stand on my own again
Fill my head with your fantasies of infinite bliss
until my heart learns to believe them again...
and the pain subsides.
This poem is spawned from my fear of becoming disenchanted with love, like everyone else in the world seems to be. When I tell people about my views on love they look at me with pity, as if I was spewing some sort of nonsensical tarradiddle from my mouth, as if love is this false entity that only exists in fairy tales. Sometimes it is hard to believe wholeheartedly in something when there is no one else on your side. Blind faith is a discipline that is seemingly impossible to master, but somehow I manage to keep believing. Not to say that I don't occasionally doubt myself, but luckily I am stubborn enough to hold fast to my ideals. I have this desire to prove to the world that if you believe in something enough, even if all the odds are against you... it will eventually come. (and just in case you think I believe in faeries, this is my reference to God. I just think that God is better suited as a faery goddess in this instance... its much more whimsical. And the fact that I am asking a "fictitious" character to restore my faith in something that most people don't believe in, seemed to amuse me too :)
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